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Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues Lyrics

Artist: Bob Dylan
Album: Highway 61 Revisited

When you're lost in the rain in Juarez and it's Eastertime, tooAnd your gravity fails and negativity don't pull you throughDon't put on any airs when you're down on Rue Morgue AvenueThey got some hungry women there and they really make a mess out of you

Now, if you see Saint Annie, please tell her thanks a lotI cannot move, my fingers are all in a knotI don't have the strength to get up and take another shotAnd my best friend, my doctor, won't even say what it is I've got

Sweet Melinda, the peasants call her the goddess of gloomShe speaks good English and she invites you up into her roomAnd you're so kind and careful not to go to her too soonAnd she takes your voice and leaves you howling at the moon

Up on Housing Project Hill it's either fortune or fameYou must pick one or the other, though neither of them are to be what they claimIf you're lookin' to get silly, you better go back to from where you cameBecause the cops don't need you, and man, they expect the same

Now, all the authorities, they just stand around and boastHow they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms into leaving his postAnd picking up Angel, who just arrived here from the coastWho looked so fine at first but left looking just like a ghost

I started out on burgundy but soon hit the harder stuffEverybody said they'd stand behind me when the game got roughBut the joke was on me, there was nobody even there to bluffI'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough

Comments/Interpretations

by Woody on 11/22/2012 7:15pmI couldn't have done it better! Great song!